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I found beauty in the pain and sipped sugar like champagne. Well in doubt and well endowed, I sifted silhouettes like sand. Found pleasure in the land. I watched time rewind as we went forward. Cuddled and cross, sat across and akimbo, wishing I'd lost a symbol, a seamstress sewing shut what was torn. Seraph song, sinners stronger. Give me a lullaby so I can sing along. Strong ties and bold lies. Give me a song to sing along. Give me the heart, the faint and the strong. Give me the song that no one could sing along. Give me the rash and fire in need. Give me those things. Don't make me plead. Gorge and regret. Give me the peerless, the powerless and shame. I told them I'm the one to blame.

Faith of heart, strong of will. Give me the words that kill.

The gut wrenching gutteral twist gifts me again Sustinance sickens me The earth dampens As my feet try to find some grounding Breathe in they say The toxic poison that hulls heavy in this suite Go out they say Where the risk of shattering glass become public spectacle Spiral spiral Stop Which mask looks the most seemly Which mask breaths beneath me Tik tok goes the clock The herb that heals all wounds Time thyme Does nothing to tange the taste of rot flesh Nest full of thick splinter Vines but not sweet grapes No nectar to sip away this time Brambles and thorns This is not a home

Depravity bred deprived mind Give me a moment Of a Scholar’s time Down the road where numbers adopt letters and letters fold out to lines lines that trace like art where art has a voice and the voice has a theory and the theory is that this time this ever expanding moment will implode and time human construct will exist no more Deprive me for now all I know is depression

#ignorance is bliss

Curls clashed by cotton mouth The symmetry is seismic Give a girl a gotten goal Gutter trash and gnash Give the girl a gotten game Give a gnome a gem trail to tame Moments and minutes Piled high on pithes Sweet savory salivating salvation Slip by in aggregation Greed giveth and greed taketh Give the girl a goal

With you. I don't look pretty. With you. My smile doesn't have to reach my eyes. I gab and garble Mundane and loud Loathsome and quiet Walking on a busy street in Saint Louis There is patience There is quiet There is existence With you. I am pretty. With you. My smile reaches my eyes.

you told me to breathe while I was underwater

You told me how happy you were to see me

Bid to me I wasn't a Bother Told me I wasn't Too much Said I'm So, So, So, So Smart Capitalized I was Creative Harped how I was Hope Mused how I would be More Described how I was Desirable Carried on about my Kindness Talked about how Thoughtful I was

You told me the water was air and I believed you

#lie #manipulation #gaslight

You coddling cognitive cunt.

Can't bear ground where teeth bear marks.

Definitive nature in definite shunts.

Devise and divulge, burn those bridges.

Destined to repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat..

Distilled and engraved, dead and buried before the funeral.

Ego enraged, sip, sip.

Slur and contain the proper elixir

Throw it and run.

I remember every love I've had.

I've had plenty of encounters, partners, and vagabonds.

But my loves, the places where fragments of my heart still linger live in my memory like a baby blanket.

I am often times reminded of them in the people around me, closest to me, or in passing. A sweet smell, smile, or sigh. A freckle, their hair, or the hum of their snore. I am brought back to the moments of peace in my life where my heart lead all action, and my mind could hardly keep pace. Stamina of a heavy hoofed horse, my heart never stopped after them, never stopped loving them. That is, until eventually my mind caught up.

I find myself, in moments of passion, wondering if at all, there are any pieces of my heart left to give.

Had all my blood fallen stale? Could it boil again by the touch of someone, was it capable? A kiss perhaps, or an evening intertwined? I decided I'd try, everytime.

How insincere a notion. If everyone has it, how special can it be. I'd desensitised myself. I'd only blamed my self. I walked a path, forced passion and fire for kicks, and hoped something would spark a flame in me, selfishly. All the while, I'd ignited those around me, only to rain on their parade.

To walk over the cinders and ashe, an icy gaze, but to never look back.

So I stepped back into my self, dug a cave, buried in the darkness. Winter took over. Cold crept into my soul, and I lost so much hope. I slept, slumbered, hibernated, realizing my design flaws.

Eventually, slowly, I uncurled my hands and started into the sun. Reaching again. For a pulse, a heartbeat that matched mine. A spark, or a flame. The possibility of warmth from fire. But still, I was cold.

But still I am cold.

But still I will try until I tire.

I will bring the fire back into my, and rely on my heart and soul on my sleeve. I will do good, be good. But for me. I can light the passion in me, if I have to force it, I can do it for free. I did it to them, so unto me, I will for those flame, this fire, this pulse. I will awake from the ashe of that icy cave and look to the sun with a smiling gaze.

Love is selfless, and kisses on foreheads, making two cups of coffee, and a hug for no reason. It's speaking instead of yelling.

Just because you raise your voice, doesn't mean the point comes across any clearer.

It's asking about your day. It's absorbing, the good, the bad, the ugly and choosing to stay, and loving it anyways.

Dig up the dirt. Dig at the dirt. Turn to mud in my hands. Crumble and crush. Dig at the ashe and smolder the embers. fire tolled and took it's victims.

Dirt. Then water. Then fire. Then ashe.

All an instant.

Where or when did it happen.

The sky promised rain, the sun promised a fire, but it spread too thick and everything died.

No apology will wash away the damages.

Did it ever mean anything. Did the sky's eyes, blurry and unfocused ever see it coming?

Didn't see the red until the flames were engulfing.

top, rope, zip tie

top, nope, tye dye

stop, smoke

lips dry

heavy breathing, nips tied

top, rope, zip, tight

stop, smoke

stop, tie

snip dry

lop a blokes dick tonight

tits just right

stop, smoke

slip by

out by midnight

glass slipper

ripped thighs

juice and jokes

midnight

stop, smoke.

I existed before

I'll continue to exist,

and I'll exist, if ever there is an after.

and remind myself that happiness is where we look.

A monsoon will come, and errode the shore line.

A simple shore. Large sturdy rocks.

They do not shift. They do not shake.

breathe in the ocean mist, a reminder of what happiness is.

a rough breeze, a reminder of what happiness is

The simple things that are not tangible.

beauty lies within, but if there is none within, we will look outward.

i want to see you like no one else does.

i want to look death in the face and whisper reasons not to take you

i want the lights to flicker,

and im not afraid

florescent or incandescent

black or red light

i wont need to blink through the strobe lights

i want to know you

i want to see you in every light

i want to see beyond and see your light

i see the light already

its faint

blow the flame and make it explode

a single white flower growing along a vine of many others , all the same

let me embrace your light

gift me your light, i want to absorb you.

dance with the devil

play with fire

do not dance to inspire

cut your tongue out

spit on the grave

lay to rest

throw it in a cave

dance with the devil

lay in fire

dizzy haze burning with desire

the grass is always greener on the shire

dance with the devil

lay to waste

time ticks on and death comes seeping

another dispair

left and weeping

Torn between a path of fate and fake

Put your heart in the cards and pull out death

A new start. A new beginning. Fresh and fruitfull I can only hope.

Tie down and settle.

Live free, to meddle.

Bored or boring.

Constant movement, river flowing. Track back to the hand that holds your neck. Or your hand.

synonym. synonymous.

hit like a ton.

dry throat.

poke fun.

pick daisies.

silly words.

toxic tamed.

queer stained.

battered doe.

know the difference.

tell yourself

mirror. mirror. knife.

swallow hard.

hot. heavy. truth.

heavy burden

heavy weight.

sit still

still it spreads.

Accumulation.

Overwhelming

Accumulating

Emotions, traumas.

Dealing, vices

Thrive to domineer.

Step back and step down my dear.

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